I’ve been lying to my therapist when she asks if I started making plans… she knows I have suicidal thoughts but I’ve been telling her they’re fleeting during hard times but the truth is… they’re almost non stop. Even when things are good. They’re comforting like a safety blanket. I’m going to look at cremation costs today so I can start saving so my family doesn’t have to spend that money. I’ve been debating disappearing altogether or having one last hooray with everyone. Who knows? It may not go according to plan and one day it just happens. It’s nice to get this off my chest.









